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BREAKING A LEGEND

Kavanagh Legends #1

Sarah Robinson

Released Sept 29th, 2015

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Perfect for fans of Katy Evans and
Monica Murphy, Sarah Robinson’s blistering-hot series debut introduces the
Kavanagh brothers—mixed martial arts fighters who work hard, play hard, and
love with all their hearts.

As one of the big names at his
family’s gym, Legends, MMA star Rory Kavanagh is used to being in the
spotlight—until a gruesome leg injury knocks him out of the cage. Rory is left
feeling sidelined in more ways than one, battling the inner demons that come
with losing the one shot at his dreams. Then Clare walks into his life and
gives him a new dream: winning her heart. There aren’t many new faces in
Woodlawn these days, but this tough, beautiful stranger makes Rory want to get
his life back into fighting shape.

Clare Ivers doesn’t think she’ll be
able to tell anyone what really brought her to the close-knit Bronx
neighborhood where she just started bartending. But her life’s on pause and her
past is catching up fast, try as she might to move on—with new friends, steady
work, and a chiseled alpha male trying to get her attention. Even though Rory’s
more than a little intense, she can’t deny that her heart beats faster when he
looks at her with those soulful silver eyes. Clare thought she was done with
love, but Rory might just be man enough to show her she thought wrong.

“I
really appreciate it, but you don’t have to give it to me for free,” Clare’s
brow furrowed as she took the membership card from the spunky redhead.

“Oh,
please, girl. I used to work busing tables at O’Leary’s Pub when I was in high
school. Is Cian still in charge over there?” She smiled back as she continued
putting Clare’s information into the gym’s computer system.

“Yeah,
he’s my supervisor.” Clare nodded at the woman, slightly mesmerized by how
piercing and blue her eyes were in contrast to the bright red wavy hair that
flowed down most of her back.

“Then
believe me, these self-defense classes can be written off as a work expense on
next year’s taxes.” Both women snickered. Clare leaned against the counter,
enjoying the interaction, since she hadn’t made any friends around her age in
the three weeks she had lived here. Clare felt a pang of regret slice through
her as she wished that an irritating boss was the only reason she needed
self-defense classes.

“I’m
Casey Kavanagh, by the way.” The redhead reached out her hand to Clare, who
accepted it happily.

“Clare—well,
I guess you already know that.” Clare pointed toward the driver’s license that
Casey was still holding. Casey just smirked and waved her hand nonchalantly.

“So—Kavanagh?
You’re part of the family who owns this place?” Clare tried not to sound like
she was prying, but she was curious. She’d heard that name all over town since
she got here.

“Yeah,
my uncle owns it. Started it up back in the late seventies. It’s been remodeled
lately, but we definitely still have the old-school reputation.”

“Oh.”
Clare nodded, not sure what that meant or what to say.

“Here,
you can have this back. I think I have everything in here now.” Casey handed
her the license. “The thirty-day trial membership begins today, and then we can
talk about different types of plans after you’ve had a chance to try out our
various amenities and classes.”

“Thanks.
Do you think I could have a peek around? See where the locker rooms are and
stuff like that?” Clare tucked her driver’s license back into her wallet along
with the new membership card, then stuffed the wallet into the small brown
purse that was slung over her shoulder.

“Hell,
yeah! Come on, let me give you a tour. Welcome—officially, this time—to
Legends!” Casey popped out from around the back of the counter, motioning for
her to follow.

“Okay,
so here are the locker rooms. Men over there, women right here.” Casey started
to point toward various doors they passed as the hallway opened up into a large
room with an open floor plan.

“The
entire far side of the room is pretty much for the fighters, not really
anything but testosterone and ball sweat over there.” Casey slid her arm around
Clare’s elbow to pull her along.

Clare
giggled at Casey’s remarks and took in the view of dozens of men on
weight-lifting machines, standing in front of weight benches, and in the rings.
She had to agree, there was definitely a lot of testosterone in here.

“But
over here is where things are a bit less noisy.” Casey led Clare to a side hall
that opened into several small classrooms. A few of the rooms were filled with
people doing group exercises; Clare recognized a yoga class and a spinning
class.

“All
the classrooms are walled in by windows, but the glass is so thick that you
can’t hear all the noise from the rings.” Casey indicated an empty classroom
that was at the back wall of the gym.

The
door they entered through was set in a wall of all glass, just like the back wall
of the room that gave them a view of the street. Clare strode toward the back
wall, loving the openness and the view of pedestrians passing by.

“Yeah,
that’s my favorite part, too,” Casey said.

“What,
people watching?”

“Of
course! People are weird, which is fun,” Casey quipped, joining her at the
window as they stood side by side.

“See,
there’s an example of weird right there.” Casey pointed at a behemoth of a man
crouching on the sidewalk with a large dog next to him.

“That’s
my cousin, Rory, but he’s more like a brother. He works here sometimes, used to
be a fighter but got hurt in the championships last year. Almost couldn’t walk
again since his leg pretty much split in two. A year later, not only is he
walking, but there he is crouched down, feeding a damn street dog.”

Clare
watched more closely, and now she noticed the second dog. In front of both the
man and the larger dog beside him was a smaller, frail-looking pup. It couldn’t
be more than twenty pounds, although it seemed like it should be much bigger.
The dog’s ribs were poking out of its side as Casey’s cousin slowly fed him a
sandwich. He was careful to hold his hand out flat and she could see his lips
moving from his profile, realizing he was probably coaxing the dog to accept
the food.

“I
think that’s sweet. I was studying to be a vet before I moved here.” Clare’s
voice was soft as she admired the man’s kindness toward the stray.

The
man stood and stretched a bit, opening up the other half of a bagged sandwich
and then settling himself on the curb by the thin dog, who seemed more trusting
of him now. In his new position, Clare could see more of his face and she
realized that it was the same burly yet handsome man she had flirted with at
O’Leary’s last night.

Of
course, that was before he had broken her boss’s nose.

She
felt a stirring in her abdomen as she watched him, her mouth slightly parting.
The brown pup cautiously took a few steps to him, then sat and placed his head
in Rory’s lap. Clare felt a glow as her heart warmed at the sight.

“I’m
so not an animal person, but Rory would help a goddamn rat if he found one.
That bigger dog there is his shadow, Ace. Barely ever see the two of them
apart.” Casey stepped away from the window.

Clare
hesitated, watching Rory and Ace for a moment longer, then pulled herself away
to go follow her new friend. It had been a while since she had thought about
her previous career aspirations, and a wave of sadness passed over her as she
thought of the different trajectory of her life now. Maybe now that she was starting
over, she could go back to school, she found herself hoping.

Sarah Robinson is the bestselling
author of The Photographer Trilogy and the Sand & Clay rock star series. A
native of Washington, D.C., Robinson has both her bachelor’s and master’s
degrees in criminal psychology. She is married to a local police officer who is
just as much of an animal rescue enthusiast as she is. Together, they own a zoo
of rescue and foster animals.